"Failing to adult" or "Hate with hate". in The grotesque metamorphosis of a Bi-Polar human into a Tri-polar monster.

I made the mistake of leaving a comment on someones entry last night that didn’t go over very well, and it resulted in three comments on my entries that became personal attacks.

One of the weirdest things about this, to me, is that the entry I left a comment on was all about how London doesn’t deserve these terrorist attacks and how it’s such a shame to fight hate with hate.

I was being tongue in cheek when I commented “America probably deserves it” because I am an American and this whole Donald Trump thing is just fucking embarrassing, but apparently it didn’t translate very well because maybe there is a language barrier or something, I don’t know; I speak English, I don’t speak London.

Anyway, the irony of the whole situation has been permeating me all day, and I finally had to get on here and say something: How can someone preach about the insanity of fighting hate with hate, and then the second someone goes and says something they don’t agree with or understand fully, they can turn around and deliver no less than 3 personal attacks.

I never personally attacked this person…hell, I never even attacked this person.

Never the less, I got three messages berating me for not “adulting” (who the fuck says that?) at the ripe old age of 31.

Am I an adult?
Yes.
Am I a responsible adult?
No.
Do I know what I am?
Yes.

The entire point of this online journal is to give me some relief from the fact that for a year straight my life has been falling apart at the seems and no matter how much forward momentum I can gain, I seem to be only moving backwards.

I am Bipolar1 which affects approximately 0.07% of the global population, and I have had several doctors tell me that I am “disabled” and recommend I go on disability, which I won’t do because oh god do I ever want to “adult” so badly…I try to “adult” so damn hard, but since I am a “crazy person” and I refuse to be “disabled” even though I am disabled, every little fucking thing I do is infinitely harder than it has to be, or than it is for “normies”. (that’s what I call you.)

What kind of sick, cruel person, berates a mentally disabled person for not “adulting”?

Holy jesus, I have just been thinking about it all day and it makes me sick to my stomach, what a terrible terrible human being.

Nothing personal, but I hope she(?) dies in a car crash soon along with any children she might have so that the possibility of her spreading the disease of her bloodline is promptly snuffed out.